Masked

Epilogue

I can only look back on all of these memories and smile. 

I learned more from my time with Louis than living a lifetime could ever teach me.

I go see him every weekend, without fail. 

I bring his journal with me and I write to him. 

I know he can hear me, I know he is with me every single day. 

I feel him from the moment I wake up until the moment I lay myself to sleep with his old t-shirt.

No matter how insignificant our love was to the rest of the world, nothing would ever mean more to either of us.

There is something so beautiful about your first real love.

Something so raw and innocent.

A love that will truly never die.

"Until we meet again my love," I wrote to him.